Chapter 38

And the brass balls on the iron railings shone much brighter than ever; one would have thought they were polished on account of the visit; and it was as if the carved-out trumpeters--for there were trumpeters, who stood in tulips, carved out on the door--blew with all their might, their cheeks appeared so much rounder than before. Yes, they blew--“Trateratra! The little boy comes! Trateratra!”--and then the door opened. The whole passage was hung with portraits of knights in armor, and ladies in silken gowns; and t…